Shafts of the aftrenoon sun lanced through the shutters of the Four Horsemen, illuminating shafts of smoke across the tavern. The boistrous cacaphony of various conversations was sharply punctuated by bouts of the overloud laughter that only drunks can produce. Crassus paid no mind to the conversations of others, however. He was intent on getting drunk; very drunk. He slammed his empty mug on the bar and bellowed at the barkeep for another.
He had spent the last week in an alcoholic haze, working hard to forget what had drove him to drink in the first place. Yet despite the vast amounts of ale the big man consumed, he couldn't seem to forget at all. In fact, he felt more focused on the subject then ever! Dammit! What could have driven his dear old friend to madness? And Crassus had no doubts now that Caeser had slipped from sanity. The man had had his family killed, accused Crassus of treachery and now the crazy bastard had declared war on Rome! Well, the Senate anyway, but that amounted to the same thing, didn't it? The Senate was Rome. At first Crassus had tried to shake it off; to deal with it. But it ate at him like some sort of filthy disease. And the more he thought of it, the more unreal it seemed. Caeser had accused Crassus of betrayal, but in truth, Crassus had never felt so betrayed in all his life.
Barging his way through the crowded tavern, trying to find an empty seat to rest his huge frame, he overheard a group of four men talking loudly about the very subject he was trying to forget. Bits and pieces of the conversation floated through the noise to him,
"...that Caeser is absolutely out of his flaming mind! Mad as a..."
"...somebody will stop the flaming idiot before he reaches Rome. He can't take on the legions..."
"...I'm telling you, they say he kills one of his own gaurd every morning, just for the sport..."
Crassus could take no more. How dare these peasants talk about a great man in such a way! They had no right! They had never known him, certainly not as well as he did. It wasn't that he didn't agree with some of the things being said, it was the fact that this rabble was talking about things they had no idea about. Taking a man like Caeser and turning him into a laughing stock! The nerve! Crassus turned to the offending party with a murderous glint in his eyes.
He slammed his freshly filled mug on the table right in the middle of the four men with such force, that a full quarter of the mug emptied, splashing all over the table; and the men. They jerked back with various cries of indignation, but before they could speak a word, Crassus roared, "Which one of you spineless kneejerks spoke the words which named Caeser crazy!"
The four men looked confused for a second, then rightous anger crossed their faces and they began to stand. They were too late.
Without waiting for a reply, Crassus swung his mug into the face of the nearest men with a meaty thud. Not waiting for one heartbeat, he reversed his stroke, and drove the now crumpled metal into the belly of the man to his left. Rage gripped Crassus in an icy fury, and he roared an incomprehensible cry as he grabbed the table with his huge hands and lifted the heavy wood above his head. he felt the blow of at least three different fists strike the massive girth of his belly but if he felt any pain, he didn't show it. He bought the table crashing down on the nearest man in front of him with a sound that indicated bones breaking. Snorting heavily, Crassus looked through his red rage for another target, "C'mon, you worthless cowards! I'll gut you like fish at the market! I'll take your mothers and make women out of them..." He was cut off as somebody crashed into him from behind. He staggered, beginning to turn when another body crashed into his bulky frame, bringing him to his knees. Struggling drunkenly, he managed to grab someones face with one hand and he squeezed until he felt cartilage crush. He could hear the man's high pitched scream above the din of the barfight. That's when something quite solid struck Crassus in the back of his head, and he slumped unconscious, even as the brawl spread across the bar room.
He awoke much later in a jail cell with a stupendous headache, and a lot of explaining to do.